Ren

Cleaning out the cyber dust from my Gmail account I discovered this poem, which I estimate to have written in October of 2009, after witnessing the American Madmen, while working for Vampfangs.com, at King Richard's Faire.

That's a lot to process. Watching cats toss knives at each other. At a renessaince festival. While working for company that sells vampire fangs.

I'm glad this poem didn't fall through the cracks, even though it was simply a half-hearted attempt at poetry, long forgotten but eventually pulled with care from the musty corners of the interweb. And given a mild tweaking.

"Sideshow"

i don't know many things

but one thing I do know

i'm glad i'm not one

of the guys of the sideshow

bruised and beaten

always mistreated

lazy and drunk

and easily cheated

the sideshow men stand

in the hot sun on stages

as crowds point and stare

like animals in cages

throwing knives at each other

while the crowd hoots and hollers

the closer they land

the larger the dollars

at they end of the day

its all bloody & funny

do it again tomorrow

tonight drink up the money